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Wolf turned to face Rose, placing the lint brush on the dresser as he walked towards her. “Nope. Was a big affair, and she wanted the groom and groomsmen in tuxes. It didn’t bother me either way.” Hands on Rose’s hips, he swayed them back and forth in time to the music she’d left playing in the living room. “Shoulda been a sign, I suspect.”
“Well, whatever you wear, I know you’re going to be an escort Erika will be proud of.” Rose laced her fingers behind his neck, pressing her lower half closer as he started shuffling his feet, leading her into a slow dance. “Is it weird that I’m crazy nervous to meet her?”
“I’d worry more if you didn’t give a shit. Be like that long-ago wedding where I didn’t care about any of it except how long it would take to get through.” He bumped his nose against her cheek, turning her face so he could kiss her softly. “Go ahead with your bad self.” Another kiss. “Give all the shits.”
“Okay.” She returned the caress, dancing her tongue across his lips in a way that made him groan. Rose pulled back, a sparkle in her green eyes. “Consider them given.” She stilled, and using her hands on his shoulders for balance, rose on her toes so they were nearly eye to eye. “I love you, Paul.”
Wolf held her gaze for a long moment, then fell on her, crowding her backwards against the wall, pressing close all along her body as he kissed her deeply, mouth working across hers, licking and biting. She arched against the hard surface behind her, breasts pushing against his chest. He pressed his lips in a series of tender caresses along her jaw, and she offered him her throat with a soft whimper he took as invitation.
“Get naked.” He knew his tone was an order, expected her to snap out of the haze she looked to be in and set him to rights, but she just nodded, her hair moving against his face as she stretched her arms overhead, shirt disappearing from in front of him. That barrier gone, he moved to her breasts, lifting them from the bra and laving first one nipple, then the other, with the flat of his tongue. Mouth tight against her, he drew her deep into his mouth, barely registering when her bra went away as he moved to her other breast.
Under his hands at her waist, he felt her jeans loosen, and he slipped his fingers down, inside her panties and over her ass, shoving at the fabric as he went. A moment later she was naked in front of him, and he took a knee in front of her, pushing his nose deep into the cleft between her legs, lapping and licking. He found her clit and drew his bottom teeth across it, then pursed his lips around it and sucked. Her stance widened, giving him more room, and her hands landed on his head.
Over the next few minutes, using that hold, she yanked and pulled, guided him where it felt best, and then stilled for a moment before shuddering hard. Her voice quaked in a way he’d become addicted to as she called his name when she came.
Wolf wiped his mouth as he stood and freed his cock. He only took the time to shove his jeans down far enough to allow for freedom. Running a hand over her hip, he reached down behind her leg and lifted, supporting her knee until it rested on his hip. Hand wrapped around the shaft, he guided the head of his cock between her legs and sank inside on a long, slow thrust that made them both groan.
“Oh my Jesus.” Rose’s whisper came as he rolled his hips the slightest amount. “Good God.” Her hands landed on his chest as he pulled back, then pushed inside again. Fingers plucking at the fabric, she muttered, “You have clothes on. Why are you still dressed? Take your shirt off.” He ignored her soft command and rolled his hips one more time, grinding deep and staying there, feeling her pussy fluttering in pulses around him. “Oh, Paul.”
“Finally, she realizes who’s fuckin’ her.” Rose’s eyes snapped open, and she focused on him, a frown drawing her brows together before he pulled out nearly to the tip. Her eyes opened wide, mouth making a tiny “O” of displeasure at the move. He stalled any complaints with a heartfelt, “I love you, too, Rose.”
As he spoke her name, Wolf fucked into her hard, pounding her against the wall. He took possession of her mouth with a brutal, demanding kiss that renewed, again and again, her breaths coming in quick gusts of air panted against his lips. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and a picture on the wall next to Rose’s head wobbled, teetering on the edge of the nail holding it up. Rose reached sideways and propped one hand on the dresser, her other one winding around his neck for support.
Wolf looked down between them and saw his bare cock appearing and disappearing, hard and glistening from her wet. The vision of her taking him ungloved, the sounds of her tiny gasps and clasp of her hand, the way her pussy pulled him deep and held tight—it would be only minutes before he’d be too far gone to stop.She’s mine. Any kid we make is gonna be loved. He had visions in flashing pictures in his mind: Rose swollen with his baby; Rose nursing their child; a stumbling toddler’s hands wrapped around his fingers. His cock throbbed and he plunged, hips rolling. She was an inferno of heat all around his cock as his balls and nerves buzzed and hummed, electricity thrumming just under his skin.
He came hard, in a toe-curling and vision-whiting rush, dimly aware of Rose’s nails digging sparks of blissful pain into his neck, her head buried against his chest as she sobbed out her own orgasm. Through the waves of pleasure, he told her, “Love you. Fuckin’ love you. God, Rose. So much.”
Knees locked so his trembling legs didn’t deposit them ignominiously on the floor, he stayed with Rose, leaned into her, one arm propped against the wall, his other hand traveling a possessive trail from her lower back, around the curve of her ass, and down to her bent knee, still hooked over his hip. By the time his breathing had steadied, his cock had softened and he slowly pulled out. “Rose, look at me.”
She tipped her head back and gave him a view of her gorgeous face. Pupils blown, she gazed at him with a soft and sated expression, her lips puffy from his kisses. He dipped back in for another taste, sipping from her lips with gentle, caressing touches. Raising up an inch or two, he studied her for a moment before telling her, “You get pregnant, I wouldn’t be displeased.” Her breathing stuttered and paused for seconds, until he felt compelled to remind her, “Breathe, baby.” Mouth closed, she pulled in a breath, nostrils flaring cutely.
“It’s the wrong time of month.” Her whispered words pierced him with a bloodless wound, and he set that aside for now. Time enough to dissect that emotion later. “I’m not looking to be a mom anytime soon, but if we have an accident it’s good to know we’re on the same page.”
Paul took a deep breath and released a surprising amount of tension. He might not have minded if she got pregnant, but it would have put an indefinite pause to any changes in a career path for her. “Yeah, it is.” He unhooked her knee, letting her leg fall in a controlled drop to the floor. She hissed, and he suspected pins and needles were making the renewed blood flow known. “Shower with me. I wanna take care of you, Rose.”
Eyelids dipping briefly, she looked away from him and then back, cheeks slightly flushed. “I’d like that.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
Three hours later he stood at Colleen’s front door, hand raised to knock, when the door opened underneath his hand and he had an armful of Erika.
“Daddy.”
“Daddy’s baby girl. You ready for lunch, shug?” Her head moved against his chest in a nod, and he smiled as he dipped to press a kiss to the crown of her hair. “I’m thinkin’ that Italian place. Sound good?” Another nod, then she gave his waist a squeeze before backing away a step and gifting him with a wide smile.
“Where’s Rose?” She angled her head and looked around him. “Oh, I see her.” Then she was gone, tearing away at a run towards the truck where Rose stood next to the passenger door. Erika stopped just in front of her and said something Wolf couldn’t hear; then Rose’s neck tipped down and she put her face close to his daughter’s, responding. Then the two people he loved most came together in a world-righting hug. He stood still and watched, giving them space to explore a budding relationship he was determined would last a lifetime. Rose’s arms were folded tenderly around his girl, and she stood with one cheek pressed to the top of Erika’s head.
“I’d say you’re going to have a good time.”
Wolf glanced over his shoulder to find Colleen standing in the doorway. “Yeah, I’d agree.” She gave him a quick smile as she closed the door. He appreciated her instinct to not impose on this moment for Rose and Erika when he turned back to see them already arranging themselves in the truck, where his daughter would be sandwiched by the two adults.
That’d give her full range of the radio.Fuck. He still smiled broadly as he made his way to the truck.
The afternoon was a running sequence of those kind of moments. His girls laughing at Wolf’s reaction to Erika’s song selections. Watching as they bent their heads together over the menu at the restaurant, Rose explaining a couple of the choices. At the salon, Erika more confident than he’d ever seen her, picking out colors for Rose to wear on her nails.
Then things went sideways.
Wolf had stepped out of the salon and over to a coffee shop a couple of doors down. When he came back, he noticed Rose looked alert, her attention focused on two girls who’d taken their seats in the pedicure chairs. Erika’s head was down as she attempted to pretend to study the color being layered on her nails, but the way her shoulders were pulled up told him the pose was just that, a way to camouflage whatever she was feeling.
